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By: Midnight E Siren

/short thing I know and I'm sorry but hey I was feeling artsy today/

He was not born for the sole purpose of bringing happiness, nor to bring peace. Risen from a watery grave, he was born of ice and lake water, plucked from the grasp of death by the moon. For ten long years after his death he slept, for to become immortal was not a simple thing. For ten long winters he slept as his skin turned deathly white, the color washed from his hair and skin by the rippling currents. Water, ever forgetful, washed him clean of all his sins, all his fear, all his memories until he was pristine. The water could not bring itself to wash away the color of his eyes, such a beautiful color as if the moon itself had frozen shards of the sky into two bright orbs.

Into him the water poured itself, settled deep into his very core and became one with him freezing him in everlasting cold from the inside out. Ice wrapped itself around his heart in a gentle caress, slid through his blood and touched his lungs. It made him buoyant, like ice, so he'd never drown again, filled his lungs with the wind so he'd never lose his breath. The moon reached down ever so carefully and poured light into the spirit's eyes, light that could pierce through the darkest of nights. Even the sun reached down and gave him a gift, it fanned the flames of his soul until they burned almost as bright as itself.

Finally, Mother Nature came, with a light clutched tight in her hand. She stepped softly into his grave, kneeling beside him she slipped the light between the his lips. A frozen star had been her gift, it crawled deep into his stomach granting him the magic of the world. She looked upon her newest child, born of the moon, the earth and ice water. When he emerged from his grave, the moon shone down on the boy once more, for the man who lived upon the great star had a gift to give himself. Upon a moonbeam of the brightest silver, he sent down his gift. Two words that held more worth to a being that anything else in the world.

He gave the child a name, a name that would serve him for many years to come. Though known by few, it was a powerful name, a name that heralded the Death of the World. This spirit was not made to bring unfaltering peace, he was made to be a reminder, a symbol of nature itself. The danger of innocence was what he would exemplify, that the world though kind and beautiful could be ugly and bitter. A reminder was needed to protect them, and with these gifts a spirit was born. One of nature's shepherds, a keeper of death, and a guiding light. A Guardian.

Wow, this is super short. I wrote this today after a spark of inspiration hit me in between classes so it's really short and doesn't want to get any bigger. I'll post some more stuff on Wednesday most likely, my writing buddies are gonna be by and we're going to brainstorm! As always it's lovely to hear from you my dears! Happy reading! Read and Review!